Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife-Chapter 934 - 972: That Grand Funeral of the Past

"What are you still unsatisfied with now?" She looked at him, then thought of a possibility and lowered her voice, "Do you want to take another step forward and become the richest person?" That position, in fact, wasn’t far from him.

There had even been people saying for a while that he was likely to become the world’s richest person in the future.

Kyle Kinston said lightly, "The richest person? I’m not interested. My dissatisfaction is only..." only that they hadn’t been together long enough, only that he wished she could love him more deeply, to the point of not being able to lose him.

"Only what?" She looked at him with confusion.

"When we get married in the future, I’ll tell you." He said. And by then, when he could completely confirm that her love for him was enough, he would tell her about the Kinston Family’s Blood Curse and all the secrets of the Kinston Family.

He would place his life in her hands completely, and even if she controlled him, he thought, he would be willing.

Time had unknowingly reached noon, so he took her to a nearby noodle shop and ordered two bowls of noodles.

"I didn’t expect that after so many years, this shop is still open." After ordering the noodles, he said with some emotion.

"Did you come here to eat noodles when you were a child?" She asked curiously.

He nodded, "But back then, we could only afford the cheapest noodles, and only when my mother was in a really good mood could I have a bowl of noodles with meat. But at that time, my mother didn’t have much money. A woman with no particular skills, living in an unfamiliar city, dragging along a child, it wasn’t easy."

Indeed, Mabel Quinn could imagine the hardships involved, but from this, it was also evident that his mother must have been a stubborn woman. Otherwise, she could have turned around for a wealthy life but insisted on enduring such a hard life.

The two bowls of noodles arrived soon, and as they ate, there were quite a few customers in the noodle shop, some of whom chatted loudly while eating.

"Was that funeral back then really that grand?" Suddenly, a voice arose.

"Wasn’t it? That funeral was attended by all the dignitaries of K City, and even some high officials from other cities came, especially Falling City. In addition to those wealthy families, many gangs came too. At that time, several blocks nearby were under martial law. Rows of police lined both sides of the street. That spectacle, tsk tsk, I saw it for the first time in years and never again afterward."

"Who was that funeral for?" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"A woman who used to sell skewers here and make plastic flowers or something. I used to deal with her before. Although she looked pretty, she seemed quite down-and-out. Who would have thought her funeral would be so sensational after she died?" The person said, and even called out to the noodle shop’s owner, "Hey, the owner here also knew that woman. She used to bring her child and often ate noodles here."

Thus, the 50-something owner of the noodle shop joined the conversation.

And Mabel Quinn, upon hearing this, understood that they were most likely talking about Kyle’s mother. She never thought that the funeral back then would have been so grand.